歌曲 | Still Rolls The Stone |
歌手 | Bob Bennett |
专辑 | Non-Fiction |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
STILL ROLLS THE STONE | |
Words & Music: Bob Bennett | |
© 1985 Straightway Music (ASCAP) | |
I tore off my grave clothes | |
And cried a pool of tears | |
For the voice of the Living One | |
Who spoke the stars and spheres | |
Has called me from my darkness | |
And led me to this place | |
Where the dead leap | |
And the blind see His face | |
Still rolls the stone, still rolls the stone | |
Still rolls the stone from the grave | |
Hearts aflame with mercy | |
Like the sun in midnight sky | |
While the doubter shrugs his shoulders | |
And the cynic wonders why | |
But as it is in Heaven | |
So now we proclaim | |
The Lord tells us here to do the same | |
In the still of a Sunday morning | |
A grave stands open wide | |
And a promise kept | |
While the world slept | |
Means that no one is inside |
STILL ROLLS THE STONE | |
Words Music: Bob Bennett | |
1985 Straightway Music ASCAP | |
I tore off my grave clothes | |
And cried a pool of tears | |
For the voice of the Living One | |
Who spoke the stars and spheres | |
Has called me from my darkness | |
And led me to this place | |
Where the dead leap | |
And the blind see His face | |
Still rolls the stone, still rolls the stone | |
Still rolls the stone from the grave | |
Hearts aflame with mercy | |
Like the sun in midnight sky | |
While the doubter shrugs his shoulders | |
And the cynic wonders why | |
But as it is in Heaven | |
So now we proclaim | |
The Lord tells us here to do the same | |
In the still of a Sunday morning | |
A grave stands open wide | |
And a promise kept | |
While the world slept | |
Means that no one is inside |
STILL ROLLS THE STONE | |
Words Music: Bob Bennett | |
1985 Straightway Music ASCAP | |
I tore off my grave clothes | |
And cried a pool of tears | |
For the voice of the Living One | |
Who spoke the stars and spheres | |
Has called me from my darkness | |
And led me to this place | |
Where the dead leap | |
And the blind see His face | |
Still rolls the stone, still rolls the stone | |
Still rolls the stone from the grave | |
Hearts aflame with mercy | |
Like the sun in midnight sky | |
While the doubter shrugs his shoulders | |
And the cynic wonders why | |
But as it is in Heaven | |
So now we proclaim | |
The Lord tells us here to do the same | |
In the still of a Sunday morning | |
A grave stands open wide | |
And a promise kept | |
While the world slept | |
Means that no one is inside |